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Busta

Attention please, attention
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we at all ay'all
The alliance has now officially formed
Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another

Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's
shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your bottles in the air, light your dutches
Me and Busta it tight like liposucion
that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
Plus you don't me money, so stop the rumors
you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, the charts
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it

Busta

niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas with some shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the
Feed y'all niggas gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the
From New York to Colorado, so follow
I'm living for today and livin'
Open up mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest a hollow
the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and
You we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ryders bang out hits
two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out
Now find me on two-fifth in the when it starts
And up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the y'all snortin'
My bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

New York, they ain't for it
A-T-L, they ain't for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear